March 31, 2011

Let's Talk About Wallpaper!

So... that Doctor Who Series 6 trailer.

I'm not going to bore you with the details of what terminal squee velocity I hit the moment I found out this trailer showed up on YouTube-- okay, maybe I can deviate for just a bit by talking about how surprisingly hot and kick-ass River Song looked about 24 seconds into trailer.

The Doctor and River Song. Let's leave it at that.
Um, also this.
Okay, now onto the matter at hand. Fast-forward 38 seconds... GO!

The Moff's been hitting the crazy juice again.
Yeah, this scene is probably just another one of those eye-popping red-herring-type Why Trailers Lie kinds of scenes. But mostly this scene caught my attention just because it suddenly reminded me of one of my most favorite Pinoy rock music videos ever.

I'm talking of course about Pupil's "Dulo ng Dila".

Come on! How can you not love a band that tries to go the artsy [OVERUSED "H" WORD REDACTED] route on purpose?

But of course how can we forget our favorite concept video wallflowers?

OK Go at the Grammys

Oh, but let's talk about the Series 6 trailer some more!

Mental Wealth Girl, is that you?
 Is it just me, or does this girl look suspiciously like the one from those infamous Playstation "Mental Wealth" ads from a while back?

It takes a real man to fall and look lanky in style.

That interior looks familiar...
Of course this will be the scene all the more continuity-headed Who fans will be buzzing about for days. (For those of you not on the know, the show is about a time-traveling alien that controls a spaceship called a TARDIS and changes his appearance every once in a while. We are currently at Doctor Eleven. This scene *reportedly* portrays what the inside of the TARDIS looked like about two regenerations ago. Yes, I think that's supposed to be a big deal.)

On a less related note, I find it somewhat unfortunate how that picture angle made Arthur Darvill look like David Tennant for a split second. Sorry, fangirls.

So a Minotaur walks into a hotel...
Oh crud. They've got some The Shining in my House of Leaves again.


Geek Quote of the Day

Eight words:

"I'm more concerned that someone banged Red Skull."

March 26, 2011

Unceremonious Fridging

"but one by one they're raped, tortured, killed, or all three."

Oh God, no.

In my endless optimism, I am still fairly confident a half-useful lesson can be construed from this train wreck somehow. But you can already tell any saving grace this thing can possibly have will just be buried under the very tall mountain of WTF DID I JUST WATCH ARGARBLAGH

I still need to see this movie, though.

March 21, 2011

Isn't this the part where...

Guess what just showed up in my mail again.

Another Urgent Message
Call me crazy, but isn't this the part where we, like, actually try and solve something?

(For those who don't know...)

March 18, 2011

We Are All Disney's Children.

A mildly funny chat conversation I got into today with my other friend named J (not that one, or that one):
Me: this is probably going to be a massively embarrassing question, but ever seen Tangled?

J*: No, but I heard it was pretty good

Me: oh, you should see it
Mom and I did, and I actually thought it was really good
granted, I still haven't seen The Princess and the Frog yet

J: I heard Tangled was one of the best animated Disney movies in awhile

Me: it was the DAC**'s 50th movie, I guess they pulled all the stops for that one
I can actually say it rocketed to my Top 3 Favorite DAC movies

J: What are your other two?

Me: mostly it depends on what mood I'm in
If I'm being a princess apologist, I'd probably say Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin

J: Those are two of the best

Me: if in my Literature geek mode, Hunchback of Notre Dame and The Great Mouse Detective
if in my steampunk geek mode, Atlantis and Treasure Planet
if in some other mode, I'd probably also say The Sword and The Stone and Sleeping Beauty, and maybe Winnie the Pooh just for the childhood nostalgia factor
Yeah, you can sort of see the exact point in the conversation where an innocent question turned into my classic word vomit of increasingly indecisive nitpicky proportions. And that's not even getting into my embarrassingly eloquent thoughts on the Rescuers movies, The Emperor's New Groove, how I realized several years too late that Pocahontas retroactively ruined my childhood, and why I now consider The Little Mermaid and The Lion King overrated.

Did get some neat toys out of them though.

A Little Mermaid doll, dredged from the cupboards of my childhood

* This J is a guy.
** DAC = Disney Animated Canon

March 17, 2011

Marble Hornets as a series of Dracula analogies

Warning: This post will not make sense unless you follow Marble Hornets, which I highly recommend by the way. Think of it as a cross between The Ring, The Blair Witch Project and The Mothman Prophecies.

I don't know where I would be in the event that this series ever ended. Where would I be without the weeks of endless lurking and wild speculation on the narrative's eventual final outcome?

I have much respect for the minds behind Marble Hornets, and laud them especially for ushering in such a massively popular phenomenon while juggling college, which is more than I can say for, um, most people.

That being said, I had this bizarre brainstorm wherein I tried to compare the events of MH to that of another, much more iconic tale of classic horror. I'm talking, of course, about Bram Stoker's The Snake's Pass.

Just kidding.

So if we follow the "obvious" route of casting the Operator as the nigh-enigmatic Dracula, then what does that make the rest of the cast?

Besides the Operator himself, one of the most recognizable figures of MH is the Masked Man. The Masked Man's true identity and motive is perhaps one of the most hotly debated topics in MH fan circles, and to unlock the mystery behind him will perhaps bring one that much closer to unraveling the series as a whole.

But what if the Masked Man were but the tip of a proverbial iceberg, or little more than another unwitting pawn against the Operator? While browsing the discussions on the UnFiction forums, I stopped for a moment to consider the possibility that our Mask may in fact be a sort of Van Helsing figure (albeit a very cryptic and ineffective one).

This got the ball rolling. If we have a role for the Operator and the Masked Man then what does that make J? I personally like to think of him as little more than the hapless character-development-in-progress Jonathan Harker of our tale. Amusingly this lead me to imagine Alex as either the Mina, Lucy or Renfield (cringe-inducing mental pictures a la Coppola and Brooks be damned).

I need more coffee soda.

March 16, 2011

Rethinking the vinyl bubble

I have a confession to make: I'd been out of the designer toy loop for a while now.

I should have already suspected something was amiss when I stopped checking Vinyl Pulse as frequently as I used to, though I still make it a point to keep up with the excellent TOYSREVIL blog whenever possible.

There is a package in our study, a dust-covered plastic bag full of blind boxes that I have yet to fully unbox, limited-edition miniseries from a toy trade just a couple years(!) ago. Every time I see it I get bittersweet reminders of my heyday activity in that scene. Today I had more or less commenced my thorough de-cluttering of our study, and I still haven't unwrapped that package.

I get a similar sensation nowadays whenever I click on my Toys folder in my hard drive (yes, I have a Toys folder, shaddup), or when I see some lifestyle piece in the news about an artist in that scene like Ron English or Tara McPherson, or when I walk into one of my old alternative culture haunts and almost all the art toys are either shelf-warming or on clearance.

I do not know what to feel about the movement anymore. Naturally a part of me still regards it fondly, never mind what parts of it have irrevocably become. However the fact that I drifted from it like I did says that I've pretty much become part of the problem, a bandwagon-hopper just recovering from that one never-ending party year.

I do not mean however to liken my involvement in the art toy scene to little more than a bad hangover; I still earnestly believe in many of the aesthetics the movement tries to espouse albeit at a purely conceptual principle level.

I may not know how to customize a Munny or to design my own platform vinyl from scratch, but I still do believe that art and playfulness can intersect in some hypnotically quirky form. I still believe that a toy rabbit with a fake mustache or a cross-section of some naked lady can be artistic statements in their own right. I still revel in the twee recursive absurdity of a fat Ronald McDonald expy in toy form. And of course I still really enjoy tiny things.

I may not be an active part of the scene anymore, but I still believe that art toys can have a place in our common world.

March 15, 2011

Sheep Fodder

I'd been vacillating over an appropriate ARG platform for my current setting for ages, but it looks like a possible answer had been staring me in the face all along.
BBC FLASHNEWS: japan govt cnfrms radiation leak at fukushima nuclear plants. Asian countries should take necessary precautions. Remain indoors first24hrs. Close doors n windows. Swab neck skin with betadine where thyroid area is, radiation hits thyroid first. Take extra precaution, radiationmay hit phil at starting 4pm 2day. Pls.send to those whom you care.
It was awfully thoughtful of them to clearly spell out "radiation" whilst grossly messing up everything el-- focus, girl, focus.

It should have occurred to me long ago that perhaps the art of the chain SMS message hoax deserved closer scrutiny of some sort. Both the evening news and the paper today confirmed that this was all a pile of fear-mongering bull plop, but I already had my suspicions the moment the message advocated applying antiseptic to protect your thyroid despite the fact that (to my knowledge) a topical application really can't do much for a gland that's inside your body, but I digress.

Not since Pablo Banila had I expressed such a surprising modicum of admiration for a juvenile electronic prank that proved virulent enough to put the Philippine public's collective panties in a bunch. Of course there's nothing funny about sowing such immature chaos in the wake of a genuinely awful natural catastrophe, but you still can't help but wonder what sort of person would watch the aftermath of an earthquake/tsunami on the news and think "Hey! I've got a great idea for a message we can forward to people!"

Add the fact that messages like these are typically nigh-on untraceable, and... let's just say the power perversion potential in a cellphone-crazy country like ours can be frighteningly great.

March 12, 2011

You don't pay your people enough.

Dear Sony Entertainment Television Asia,

Screw you for ruining Tonight: Franz Ferdinand for me by overusing their songs in all your old promos.


Tonight: Franz Ferdinand (album cover)
P.S. You want a non-pointless context for a Franz Ferdinand song in a scene? See Tricia Helfer's guest appearance on Chuck. (No, not the scene with the police uniform.)

First Warning

Well, it was bound to happen eventually.

Writer's block again. The whole lead-up to this weekend especially feels like I had spectacularly lost my mind. I'm starting to wonder whether there's some trick to half-decent blogging I'm missing out on somewhere.

Rule of thumb: If I start listening to The Verve a lot, that's probably not a good sign.

Urban Hymns, The Verve
It's about time I dipped back into my beloved music collection. A long time ago I owned an iPod, and thus slavishly tended to my rock education much the same way an overprotective mother tends to her three-year-old. Now it feels like it's been long months since one of my record-hunting sprees. It's time I re-oriented myself.

Stack one.Stack two.
In other news, I'm still vacillating over how best to finish J's fingerless gloves.

Weird things can happen when I try and experiment with my knitting. My original concept idea was to make a half-fingered version of the Tridactyl mittens. After finishing one glove and discovering that they might be too a bothersome a configuration, I decided to apply the trigger-finger style to the glove for J's dominant hand. (She's right-handed.)

I seem oddly determined to ensure that J gets three-fingered gloves.

Edgy Mitt Design?
Yipes, that picture looked more ominous than I thought. It's like this blog is intently trying to turn itself into Just Another Fool.

March 11, 2011

How do I keep getting these emails again?

Today I got another one.

Who the heck is Mike Mason?!
Even more bogglingly, an exact facsimile of this supposedly urgent message (Literally. The subject line is labeled "Mike Mason Has Sent You An Urgent Message") is hosted off-site by some third-party carrier I have never heard of.

I have absolutely no idea how on earth I got this. This was probably the second time I've received an e-mail in this vein, the first email has similarly-themed content, and curiously enough was sent to me last March 1.

How it began
3/1? 3/11? Hmmm.

I'm starting to suspect either I'm being spammed, or I had somehow been dinged by some random ARG I'd completely forgotten I'd signed up for. The fact that the emails were sent by an entity called "Guardian Media Entertainment" sort of reassures me that this has to be just some sort of game or viral marketing campaign I have zero idea about. Not even Google helped, so far I just keeping getting the exact link to the hosted facsimile of Email 1.

Whatever this is, I'm getting the feeling that there's something I need to decode here. Either that or I should seriously report this to the proper authorities, assuming "they" haven't already bombed the National Mall.


Whoops, sorry. False alarm. I think I've figured it out.

Stan Lee's new tie-in project for the NHL. That's all you need to know.

That's what I get for clicking random stuff on Facebook.

Also: awww, how cute! They're attempting a viral marketing campaign!

March 10, 2011

PLEASE make that Inhumans movie happen, Marvel!

The Illuminati (Earth 616)

For a time, one of the newest big things to hit Marvel Comics was the Illuminati. Created by comic writer Brian Bendis, this secret cadre of Earth 616 bigheads was intended to encompass most every major corner of their immediate shared universe. The Illuminati consisted of Iron Man, Professor X of the X-Men, Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four, Namor of the undersea kingdom of Atlantis, (then-)Sorcerer Supreme Doctor Strange, and Bla--


Wait a second, who the flying fig is Black Bolt?!

Thus went the fateful burning question, the one that kick-started my downward spiral into fervent obsession with a (reportedly) little-known team straight from the pages of classic Marvel better known as the Inhumans.

The Inhumans

I love this team with the potent gene-altering passion of a million Terrigen mists (I know that's grammatically incorrect, shaddup). However like many other comic newcomers I knew fairly little of the team itself before I dug in deeper. I learned of how Medusa was a (brainwashed) founding member of iconic Fantastic Four foes the Frightful Four, and how Crystal became an Avenger (and mother) way back when. I learned that writers were often inconsistent in their treatment of Maximus the Mad, solely sticking their guns to his established characterization as a power-hungry usurping asshole with psychic abilities. Also, there was a giant teleporting dog.

But Blackagar Boltagon himself was the cornerstone of the group's lore, and to quote Bendis on the mute hero's niche in the Illuminati:
Black Bolt represents the Inhumans, who are an important part of Marvel history and play an important part in events that have not yet come to pass. He also represents a ruler/king archetype...
And what a king he was. As was the case with many newer pro-Attilan converts, it was the highly excellent Paul Jenkins/Jae Lee miniseries that first cemented this group's awe-inspiring potential in my precious little geek heart forever. Cinematic in scale yet elegantly emotional in scope and depth, this series proves just what an underrated property the Inhumans were in the Marvel universe.

War of Kings #4, cover

After several hiccups and admittedly forgettable storylines, it took Warhammer 40,000 veteran Dan Abnett and his partner-in-crime Andy Lanning to bring the Inhumans back to the fore with the comic crossover event War of Kings. The epic space saga of two alien empires at opposing political odds, War of Kings was critically hailed as a huge step up from the other big Marvel event that directly preceded it, Secret Invasion. And as amusing as it was to speculate that our then-incumbent President was a Skrull agent in disguise, it was War of Kings that finally pulled me into the deep end of becoming a devoted comic book reader and an Inhumans fan for life.

Which brings us to the here and now, and this potentially heart-stopping announcement.

As far as comic-to-film adaptations are concerned, the Inhumans are as wacky and high-concept as you can get. I want to see how Thor and Captain America actually do in theaters first before I get my hopes up, as the very nature of the characters themselves could necessitate a lot of special effects heavy-lifting, and that's not even talking about whether they'll keep Attilan itself in the dark side of the moon or not.

If I had to hazard a guess at exactly what species of Inhumans story might be apt enough for the big screen, here are a few of my quick 'n' dirty thoughts:
  • The press release seems to place a lot of emphasis on the "sleeper cell" aspect of the Inhumans, which must mean they'll be reaching way back into their early history when they were still under the command of the Kree. This aspect of their lore doesn't get played up nearly as much as their great wide leap into extraterrestrial sovereignty these days, but in theory it might work depending on who's writing the script. Also, Ronan the Accuser has to make a mighty imposing appearance at some point.
  • As I mentioned earlier, the original Jenkins/Lee miniseries in itself would have made an excellent starting point for a straight Inhumans film adaptation. It helps that the miniseries, falling ostensibly under the Marvel Knights imprint, was intently designed to be self-contained and canonically ambiguous enough to mesh well with mainstream Marvel continuity without being slavishly bound to it. The subplot involving the younger Inhuman recruits might be ripe for some culling, though.
  • Back when there was still talk of Fox doing a third Fantastic Four movie, there was some fan speculation of the bigwigs bringing the aforementioned Namor the Submariner into that continuity at some point. Both the Jenkins/Lee miniseries and the Illuminati stories frequently bring up Namor himself being on good speaking terms with both Black Bolt and the Inhumans in general. At the time I had hoped that if the Fantastic Four movies were bringing in Namor then there was a good chance they could bring in the Inhumans as well. Ahhh, fanboys.
  • In the event that the hypothetical movie adaptation decides to lean more on the "space opera" side of the Inhumans, they might be able to manage with a loose adaptation of either the War of Kings story arc or the Realm of Kings aftermath. The only downside here is that both of these stories ended with Black Bolt "dead." However seeing as we've already seen a serviceable adaptation of the Dark Phoenix arc on the big screen and there looks to be plans of bringing Black Bolt back from the dead in a similarly messianic light in the comics anyway, this is probably going to be a foregone conclusion.
  • Son of M thereabouts can only work if we actually get House Of M represented onscreen in some form first. Silent War can stand alone only if there is an adequate story conflict to sub for Quicksilver's theft of the Terrigen crystals.
  • I really have no idea how well the Young Inhumans are going to work in a movie.

In the end, I should probably brace myself in case I get massively disappointed. At least I'll still have the comics.

Medusa is smokin' hot. (Secret Invasion: Inhumans, trade paperback cover)
Another way to introduce the Inhumans to new readers.

Settling the argument.

The Statistics Of Love, Ted Rall

(Posted by me after getting into a chat about love romance with A online. Taken from Ted Rall's Revenge of the Latchkey Kids.)

March 8, 2011

The Fear*

To conquer fear, you must become fear.
- Henri Ducard, Batman Begins

Christian Bale IS the Batman.
... I wear thick glasses. I have floofy bangs and have been known to wear vintage clothing. I think bicycles are one of the greatest inventions of mankind, second only perhaps to bicycles that have more than one gear. And while few of my more hipstery friends couldn't give a rat's ass about my geekier hobbies (let alone occupation), I continue to [be] amazed at how readily we've accepted the rise of a categorical brush-off that demeans and trivializes a person's choices.
- Joel Johnson, Geeks Versus Hipsters

Song of the Defiant Hipster
I am the-- ooh, skinny jeans on sale!

*No relation to the Lily Allen song. I think.

Inane mental associa-- I-I just don't know.


One Tuesday morning. Two Nicole Kidman movies.

The Interpreter, posterBewitched (the movie), poster
I really do not understand our local cable provider sometimes. Reminds me of that other freaky morning when HBO was showing The Phantom and The Shadow back-to-back.

The Phantom & The Shadow
Though this particular case wasn't exactly unprecedented, as it was also around the time when Seth Rogen's Green Hornet was coming out in theaters.

The Green Hornet, poster
Oh. Speaking of established pop cultural franchises warped into an unrecognizable big-screen mass by ostensibly Jewish man-child comedians...

Classic Bewitched?
Classic Green Hornet?

These keep meshing together in my mind somehow, but I can't quite establish how or why.

By the way, did I ever mention how much I enjoy browsing the Imp Awards website?

March 7, 2011

A bigger box of string

The Alleged Cooler

Saturday night. While I am sitting at the computer clacking away (same as every other day), Mom tells me that I can use the old giant cooler that had been sitting in our hallway for several weeks as a place to keep all my yarn.

Now I appreciated the storage relief, but at the same time I was apprehensive as it seemed like only a month or two before that the interior of the thing smelled strongly of dried fish. But Mom assures me that the thing had already been scrubbed and cleaned to within an inch of its life (several times, I hope), and thus suitable enough for my accumulated pile of acrylic and wool.

I could never resist a free plastic box. And as any SABLE-afflicted knitter/crocheter would surely tell you, you can never find enough boxes to hold your entire stash of string. Not unless it's a really small stash, in which case you clearly haven't been knitting/crocheting long enough.

So I got over my momentary Gift Horse Crisis, and gladly adopted my not-so-brand-new yarn storage cooler. (I could always buy moth balls for the stench, I guess.)

One little, two little, three little yarn hanks...

And surprise, surprise! The cooler wasn't big enough to hold all of my yarn and miscellaneous craft notions! Of course, it didn't help that I still insisted I stored some of my stuff in the original (and much smaller, and much newer) plastic box I had acquired specifically for said purpose. And not even the cooler could stand the full loony recursive madness of yarn in a box in a box.

Yarn in a box... in a box?

And as big a fan I usually am of loony recursive madness, I couldn't risk my yarn storage attracting some sort of Bizarro world shenanigans. And I especially didn't have the luxury of making believe Mad-Eye Moody was somewhere beneath all my precious skeins of superwash merino while I was in the middle of knitting a thumb gusset.

How did Moody eat in that thing?

In the end, I did manage to move my yarn into the cooler.
Most of it, anyway.

What a cooler-full of yarn looks like

The cooler does me just fine, for now. The best advice for treating yarn storage (not to mention SABLE) problems, however, remains actually using up the yarn you already have before splurging on even more of it. After all, we don't want to end up drowning and suffocating in our own mounds of yarn.

Infinite Improbability Shenanigans, The Movie
Or becoming it.

March 6, 2011

E-Commerce: Why It's A Thankless Job

(Alternative title for this post: "With Apologies to Everett Jensen")

I mean this in possibly the kindest, most earnest way possible... but write-ups like these are pretty much the reason why I have an "insane ad copy" category on this blog.

The Texture gloves do WHAT?!
This wasn't my first encounter with Texture Clothing. An ecologically-minded online fashion boutique, Texture Clothing specializes in items that seem to aspire to a sort of hip yet rootsy aesthetic. And one of their best-selling products? Their patented Knit Mitts, which they also sell via the aptly-named Sock Dreams site, which is how they first came to my attention. (I won't go into extensive detail about how, let's just say TV Tropes was involved.)

Knit Mitts on
Now I could go on about their unconventional hand silhouette or their pleasing selection of colors or why on Earth they cost 32 25 dollars a pop... but this isn't a knit mitts review, it's a post about insane ad copy. And when this not-so-anonymous copywriter says he loves his knit mitts, he loves his knit mitts.

the knit mitt story (AND HOW!)
I mean, holy cow! "Abscond from the palace of wisdom"? "Clutching your glass is an ecstatic experience"? "You reach for your guitar and launch into a fierce, political diatribe that you wrote to commemorate the death of some regime or other"?! What the what? You can't make this stuff up!

Purple prose aside, this essay can be summed up as thus: Poor Kid tries to write a School Paper, wears his Bleedin' Awesome Fingerless Gloves (which in fact were his roommate's) and decides to do some other Bleedin' Awesome Stuff instead. If this doesn't scream "unbelievably cool kid with a trust fund" then I don't know what does.

Don't get me wrong, I effin' love fingerless gloves something fierce. But you don't exactly see me spewing mellifluous accolades about them on the Internet for everyone to see.


March 5, 2011

Today in Neatorama: Trinket boxes?

Somehow it feels like I had stumbled into a whole new collectible niche I'd never even heard of until now.

Trinket boxes, Neatorama

I remembered feeling a similar thrill of discovery when I learned collecting rubber duckies or snow globes was a big thing in some places.

It really is a whole wide world of small objects out there.

Car... Eee... Van?

The little button-eyed things may have taken me over for the moment, but I've not forgotten my other obsessions. I've been trying to work on this toy review for the longest time, and while it's not finished I figured I may amuse you all with one of the stranger tangents this post-in-the-making has taken me on.

Some call them trailers. (Not those trailers.) Others call them caravans.

Too much information on a children's toy

Mostly when I hear "caravan" I think of the vaguely Arabian context, like as used in this old clip I remember from The Thief and the Cobbler (or one of its myriad workprint versions).

How the Brigands pronounce 'caravan' (one of the many versions of The Thief and the Cobbler)
It's in here somewhere.
Top Gear, a.k.a. my sole point of orientation for anything car-related, had been very vocal on the subject of caravans.

Why caravans are just WRONG

And I mean very vocal.

Top Gear makes a bumper sticker

Now as someone who has had zero personal experience with caravans--

some Carryboy flyer I got at a mall

Ahem. As I was saying...

As someone who has had zero personal experience with caravans, I of course had to wonder how accurate this viewpoint really was. Fortunately the boys of TG are nothing if not willing to put such views to the test.

Albeit cartoonishly extreme tests.

what happens when Top Gear + caravans

So... I guess this means the Brigands had the proper response to caravans all along:



March 4, 2011

Commercials That Rock: Crackers with SOUL!

Once again, the Internet comes to the rescue!

I must have a really silly sense of humor, but this commercial used to crack me up the first couple of times I saw it. Granted, it didn't quite make me go out and buy a pack of Voice crackers, but it was pretty memorable.

As a quick bonus pick: This ad wasn't quite as memorable, but was still pretty darn silly.

Commercials That Rock: That Singing Caterpillar

This was a very confused me last September 2009 on my Multiply site:
Why aren't more people buzzing about this?! MERALCO's new ad with the singing caterpillar :)

This was something I (finally!) found almost a year later on YouTube, convincing me that I did not in fact go nuts and imagine a singing caterpillar on TV:

Commercials That Rock: Umaaraw, Umuulan

Now this is an awesome flashback from my childhood.

(Yes, I am that old young.)

This ad not only illustrates the sort of thrill you can only get when you buy something brand-new and shiny *cough* stupid commercialism, but it also harks back to the days when Rivermaya was still one of the most freakin' awesome bands ever in Pinoy Rock.

Sigh... memories.

Tuloy Ang Ligaya, Rivermaya